Purple Dragon Queen Swim

The air flowed through Selinnefrae's golden hair as She stood upon the edge of her weir, gazing down upon the lands She ruled that stretched beyond the horizon. Nothing escaped Her blood red eyes, not even the band of goblins scurrying from their mountain lair. Nobody attacker Her land. Nobody attacked Her people. Nobody attacked Selinnefrae. With almost casual ferocity, she fell from the edifice, a streaking comet that exploded into the cloudless sky. Her's was the Way of Talons and Fire. Her's was the Way of the Dragon.